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“As you said, I’m tiny. We should both fit.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” His voice has gone deep again.
“Okay. I feel guilty with you sleeping in the chair or on the floor. I’m going to leave this spot open if you change your mind.” I roll over and face the wall. I humped him and then invited him to bed. I need to start thinking before I talk like Mom always said.
My breath hitches as Mr. Black stands. I can feel him behind me, his gaze on my back. When he moves closer, I can’t seem to breathe. Then he lies down next to me. I can feel the heat of his body. For the first time in my life, the need to talk doesn’t seem important. I’m more than happy to be silent if it means he’ll stay here with me.
7
JACOB
She’s out. Gone to dreamland. Bernie is nestled on top of her pillow, his little snores unmistakable.
This bed is small. We’re touching. The entire side of my body is against her back. If I moved my hand an inch to the left, I’d be pressing against the curve of her ass.
My cock misbehaves at the thought of touching her. Of course it does. I don’t know what came over me when I got into this bed with her. Maybe it was the way she asked, the faint undercurrent of fear in her voice. Either afraid of the spider or the very real killers who are out there searching for her even now.
I grit my teeth. Not a single one of them will hurt her. I’ll die to protect her, though I don’t know why. I try to close my eyes, to sleep.
I can’t. Not when she’s so close. Not when I can feel every one of her breaths. When her scent is in my nose, her body heat pulsing through the blanket and into me, her every movement like a lightning rod for my attention. I’m caught up in her. My job, my home, my future--all of it gone in a blink because of her. But I don’t regret it.
Moving slowly, I shift so I’m lying on my side. Careful to keep my hips away from her, I adjust my position so I don’t fall off the bed. My chest is barely touching her back, and I can sleep like this. I shouldn’t be in this bed, but I can’t resist her. Does she have any idea what she does to me?
Bernie’s tail flicks in my face, and I glance up at him. His eyes glow back at me, then he closes them and goes back to sleep. Contented little shit. My mouth does that thing again, the twitching at the edges.
I force myself to breathe deeply and try to sleep. A light slumber, one that I can wake from in an instant if someone shows up at my place. She makes a little noise in her throat, as if she’s having a particularly sweet dream. My cock fights a war with my zipper.
A quiet sigh works its way from my lungs.
This is going to be a long night.
* * *
“Mr. Black.” A soft voice, one coated in sweetness and surprise, greets my ears.
I’m in a dream. One where Margaret is beneath me, my cock deep in her tight cunt as I fill her innocent body with my cock. Will she beg for my seed? I groan at the thought and push harder, wanting to connect us in the deepest way possible. It feels good, but not good enough. Her body is so warm, her skin delicious on my tongue. I want to come inside her, my squeaky clean woman taking every bit of my filthy cum.
I grunt and use my teeth on her neck, holding her in place like an animal as we pant together.
“Mr. Black?” Her voice is breathier now, and I feel her hands on my back, pulling me closer.
Pistoning harder, I want to embed myself to the fucking hilt.
“Mr. Bla-ooooohhhhh.” She moans loud and low.
My eyes snap open.
Margaret is beneath me, her eyes closed, body arched, legs spread as she trembles and moans, lost in pleasure.
I was dreaming. But not. Because she’s here, my bite mark on her neck along with what are going to be some highly visible hickeys. How long have I been doing this to her? I would worry about it, but I’m caught up in the way she comes, her hands clutching me close as her chin juts up, tension running through her until it abates. Her lower back meets the bed, her chin dropping and her eyes opening.
We stare at each other for a while. I need to explain. To ask for forgiveness. To say I’d never intended to do this. But would all that be true? Now that I’m between her thighs, my rock hard cock against her hot sex, I can’t deny I’ve always wanted to be here. Just like this. With my marks on her body and my cock giving her a mind-numbing orgasm. If I said I was sorry, I’d be lying, and I never want to lie to Margaret.
When she rolls her hips against me subtly, I think I might lose my mind. Might back off her, rip her pajama pants off right along with her panties, and bury my face between her legs. Then fuck her until she can’t come anymore without risking a sprained cunt.
“Mr. Black?” She blinks.
I clear my throat. “Mornin’.” I back off to my knees.
